#breathy but not in that cringy trying to hard way

[dontmindme2600]

Zagreus’ voice is so hot like omg how are almost all of his voice lines attractive

[heaven-s-black-box]

Pact- Dainsleif x fem!Reader x traveler!Lumine

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Recovery date: June 4th, 2024

Description: N/a

Includes- plot if you squint, FFM Threesome, NO DAIN X LUMINE (Do not read this expecting DainLumi), Oral (both F & M receiving), voyeurism, Reader gets called brat half jokingly, talk of punishment, abyss!Aether x Reader at the end

Notes: Thank you to my friends who beta read this. I will admit, this is kind of cringy and Dain kind of gets left out but my god is writing threesome's hard. Anyways, I've been playing a lot of bg3, which was sort of the inspiration (warlock pacts) for the reader and Dain's relationship and the reader and Aether's relationship.

Word count: 1 987

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Dain stood at the foot of the bed, while Lumine lay with her head towards him and Y/n straddling her– pressing their cunts together. With a playful wink to Lumine, Y/n wrapped a hand around Dain's dick and licked the tip, making him groan. She pulled back with a giggle, then slowly eased him into her mouth.

He groaned, one hand clawing at the back of her head while the other grabbed at her shoulder. Y/n hummed contently and rolled her hips against Lumine's, making her moan. The traveler grabbed at Y/n hips, trying to make her speed up, but the other woman kept a steady pace as she leisurely bobbed up and down Dain’s dick.

Lumine could only watch as Y/n slowly fucked Dain with her mouth. Trickles of drool glistened on her chin as garbled choking sounds filled the room along with Lumine's soft moans. It wasn’t enough though, and while she may not have been able to move Y/n, Dain was.

Dain must've been over Y/n's slow pace as well, because his grip on her head tightened, making her yelp around his dick, so he could take control. And take control he did. Lumine wasn’t sure if Y/n was humping her faster, or the force of Dain's thrusts were rocking her faster but whatever the reason she was grateful.

Her own hips bucked up, earning louder and messier noises from the woman above her as she choked on Dain's dick while Lumine tried to force their hips together more.

The view was nice too. Y/n's drool and Dain's pre-cum dripped down onto her, splattering on her chest and face. With her jaw slack from pleasure, some of it landed on her tongue which she lolled out in hope for more.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Lumine saw the way Y/n's hands fisted the sheets and she could feel the way her cunt spasmed around nothing.

So she ran a hand up from Y/n's abdomen, brushing against her nipples, to gently grasp her throat as she pushed herself up onto one of her elbows. A sly smirk pulled at her lips as Y/n's eyes fluttered shut and her cunt clenched again. Lumine had been able to feel the tension in her abdomen when she touched it, she really was so close.

"Well? Are you gonna-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Y/n moaned loudly around Dain and reached up with one of her hands to pull Lumine back to the bed by her hair. Lumine gasped, both from having her hair pulled and from the way Y/n grinded against her. The tension in her own abdomen snapped as she rocked up into her to ride out her orgasm.

Some of Dain's cum slipped past Y/n's lips and landed on Lumine as he stilled in her mouth, the vibrations from her moans sending him over the edge. He slowly rocked his hips into her mouth after a moment, being careful not to choke her.

When Y/n pulled away, she sat back with her full weight on Lumine making the traveler moan from sensitivity.

"Oops, we made a mess of you," Y/n smiled, leaning down to lick some of her drool off Lumine's cheek.

The traveler slowly reached out and cupped her chin, turning her face towards her into a slow kiss. Lumine's tongue lapped eagerly at the remaining taste of Dain. When they pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips.

"And you better do it again."

"I think the old man needs a second."

The two women looked over to find Dain lounging in a chair in the corner of the inn room. He was flushed and breathing heavily, though if they kept teasing him about it he would probably blame it on the curse.

Y/n curled down so her face was buried in Lumine's chest as she rocked her hips side to side.

"But you’re ready for another round," Lumine teased.

"Always.” Y/n slid down Lumine’s body, leaving a trail of gentle kisses over the scars that littered her skin. “I kind of feel bad though,” she lifted Lumine’s right leg over her shoulder and kissed the inside of her thigh, “it feels like I’ve left you hanging.”

That’s being left hanging? Lumine thought incredulously. Granted she hadn’t had an orgasm in awhile, but that last one had left her dizzy and breathless and she wasn’t even Y/n’s focus. How was this being left hang-

Y/n pressed a kiss to her clit, making her jolt. Her whole cunt was still puffy and sensitive, and Y/n took advantage of that by blowing gentle puffs of air and barely running her tongue against it. With every squirm and buck of her hips, Y/n’s grin grew wider.

“I do so enjoy taking people apart,” Y/n hummed against Lumine’s abdomen as she placed another kiss just under her belly button.

Lumine let out a shuddered sigh as Y/n finally ran the flat of her tongue through her folds, cleaning up her previous release. Her hands gripped at Y/n’s head, trying to ground herself as every little bit of pressure made her twitch. That grasp turned into pushes when Y/n took her clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently.

The sensation made her moan and dig her hips into the bed, trying to escape.

She could feel Y/n’s giggle, more than hear it, which made her buck up, so Y/n threw an arm around her hips to hold her down.

Y/n seemed to be dragging this out on purpose, leaving Lumine guessing when she would do something next. Leaving her just enough time to relax before-

“Ah!”

Something with a blunt point slipped into her cunt, prodding along her walls until she let out another loud moan. It had to be Y/n’s tongue, but it didn’t feel human– not that she was really thinking about it. The length had it reaching deep, and the point let her be more exact with her thrusts.

Lumine’s knuckles turned white as her nails scraped along Y/n’s scalp and her left leg wrapped around her body. Her head was thrown back as she struggled to catch her breath through the endless stream of moans, and her hips moved erratically, unable to decide if she wanted more or less of the feeling.

The knot in her gut was tight, but not tight enough to snap. Y/n must have realized this because she dragged her arm down from around Lumine’s waist. As soon as the pad of one of her fingers touched Lumine’s clit, the woman’s hips dug back into the bed as the knot in her gut tightened suddenly.

Y/n followed her movement, pressing her face further into Lumine’s cunt as she started rubbing light wide circles on her clit.

Lumine’s moans turned to breathless pants and strangled noises while her head filled with cotton. It was just her, Y/n, and the dam in her gut begging for release.

“Ne-ed…” Lumine gasped out, opening her eyes just enough to see Y/n staring up at her.

Had she been watching her this entire time? She wasn’t present enough to notice the change in her pupils though, the way they’d sharpened into vertical slits. Speaking of watching, her mind briefly wandered to where Dain had gone. Though the thought wasn’t nearly as clear as that, it was like trying to catch a fish in Starfell lake.

Dain was still in the chair, watching Y/n through lidded eyes. Watching as she pressed her hips against the air, looking for some kind of friction to get herself off. He could step in, but he found letting her drive herself up the wall made her easier to handle.

Lumine felt the lazy circles on her clit tighten up as they moved quicker. Her choked noises vaguely turned into coherent cries of how close she was, but that didn’t seem to affect Y/n. She kept her pace steady, drinking up Lumine’s arousal as she clenched around her tongue.

When the dam in her gut snapped, there was no loud cry, only gasps and whimpers as she tried to escape the onslaught of pleasure. Her heels dug into Y/n’s back, and her hands fell to her shoulder, sure to leave stinging scratches. Y/n moaned, though it was muffled, at the way her walls clenched around her tongue.

She slowed the pace of her finger, letting Lumine ride out her high while trying not to push her too hard. It was only when the spasms spaced out more that she stopped. The leg around her waist dropped to the bed as her arms slipped to rest on her abdomen, the touch making her muscles spasm and her head straightened out.

Y/n carefully lowered the leg from her shoulder and rubbed her hip soothingly as she whipped her chin with the back of her other hand. She watched the deep rise and fall of Lumine’s chest, then looked over at Dain who was clearly hard again. A sly grin formed on her face as she fell forward, trapping Lumine between her arms.

The traveler slowly opened her eyes, finally taking note of the faint glow in her eyes and strangely shaped pupils of the woman above her.

"What do you want to do next?"

Lumine raises a hand to Y/n’s chest and gently pushes her back before pushing herself up to a sitting position and raises an eyebrow.

"Like?"

"Well Dain promised to fuck me," from his spot across the room said man let's out a sigh, "so do you wanna watch? Or, you could get back to your little pixie."

Lumine turned away from Y/n to look at Dain, considering her options. A shiver went down her spine as Y/n’s breath ghosted the shell of her ear.

"Or you could ask if he wants to fuck you."

Y/n giggled as Lumine tensed up at her words. She wrapped her arms around the traveler's waist as she turned back to her, and settled her chin on her chest, arching her back almost awkwardly as she straddled the woman's legs.

"What'll it be?"

"I..." Lumine swallowed thickly. Watching Dain fuck Y/n's mouth earlier had certainly left her with some thoughts, thoughts she didn't think she'd ever entertain about Dain otherwise.

"Alright, brat," Dain huffed, wrapping an arm around Y/n's waist and hauling her off of Lumine.

The woman squealed, letting go of Lumine in surprise and to catch herself. She whined as the impact of catching herself hurt her wrist, and looked up at Dain with a pout before turning back to Lumine who seemed more composed again.

"Well?"

Lumine looked from Y/n to Dain and inclined her head.

"Brat?"

Dain nodded. "Want to help me punish her?"

Looking back to Y/n, Lumine caught the way her eyes twinkled and her thighs rubbed together in excitement.

"Sure."

---

"Your hair is so soft," Y/n hummed. Aether's head rested in her lap as she combed her fingers through the strands, loosely braiding a small section. "Lumine's hair really is just like it."

The Abyss prince's eyes opened part way to glare up at her. She was already staring down at him with a wicked grin spread across her lips as she reached out to cup his chin.

"Relax, we didn't make a deal. Just convinced her to spend the night with Dain and I, that's all."

"I'm going to kill you, and Dain, but you first."

Y/n leaned in close, letting her breath brush across his lips.

"We both know you can't do that, so why don't you come up with a more reasonable punishment instead?”

[jakekiszkasgiggle]

Behind Your Eyes

Jake Kiszka x reader, ememies to lovers. 

Warnings for this chapter - drinking, cursing, angst, tension, slight violence, fighting, smoking, 18+ language/content.

Chapter 3, Shaken, Not Stirred.

(To read the previous two chapters, click here: Behind Your Eyes, Masterpost)

For the last half hour or so, you’ve been sitting on your front porch with some hot tea, trying to collect your thoughts. Green tea usually helped calm your mind when it was going a mile a minute. You watched as darkness took over the sky above you. It felt like something out of a cringy romance novel. There you were, sitting on a rocking chair on your porch with a mug in hand, lost in thought. A lantern sat on the table beside the old wooden rocking chair, illuminating some of the space around you.

It was all– too much, you thought. The dramatics. The “what ifs”.  When really it should be simple. Why go where you’re not wanted?

The universe must hear your thoughts, because you're granted a little bit of peace as the slightly chilled wind brushes against your warm cheeks. The heat that overtook your body when Jake was here finally started to simmer down.

Still, you decide it's best to call Josh and cancel for tonight. You’ll just tell him that you feel “off” and that you’ll go next time.

Of course, you feel terrible for canceling on Josh, but you also feel that it’s for the best.

Being in the same room as someone who hated you- and adding alcohol to the mix- didn’t really sound like your ideal night out.

Even though your decision seemed valid enough to you, a sense of dread sets in as you pick up your phone to call Josh. The last thing you ever wanted to do was disappoint him. You know he’ll have fun tonight regardless, but you hated breaking promises.

Josh answered almost immediately with “Hey, are you on your way? I wanna know when I should order the Uber.”

“Hey Josh, um, I’m really sorry, but I'm not feeling up to going out tonight. I just– I think it’s best if I sit this one out and catch up with you for that hangover breakfast you’re gonna need tomorrow morning.”

“Wait, what! Why?! You told me you were gonna come out tonight, pleeeease don’t bail on me. I want you here. It’s always more fun when you’re here.” As he spoke he made sure to drag out every single syllable. A flair for the dramatic.

“Josh I– I think when Jake’s around it’s best if I stay back. I don’t want to cause any trouble or tension for anyone in the group.” Your voice is low–weak, you’re not completely sure how to word it. It’s Josh’s twin that you’re talking about, and you weren’t trying to cross any unspoken boundaries by speaking negatively of him, but it’s hard to get Josh to understand without giving him a bit of an idea.

“Did he say something to you?” His tone was flat and lacked any real emotion. Almost as if he didn’t need to think about it, he already had an idea of what Jake said to you.

“No Josh it’s—” you let out a long breathy sigh before continuing, “really, I-It’s me. I just want to avoid unnecessary conflict.”

“Lovie… you know better than anyone that I can tell when you’re lying to me. Tell me the truth.”

“Ughh… Josh, I really don’t want to make this out to be a bigger deal than it is. But um…yeah– he uhh, he might’ve stopped by about a half hour ago. He asked me to– he asked me to give him and his girlfriend… space. Which is fine but– if me being there is going to cause an issue, I'd rather avoid it all together.”

“Oh. I am going to kill him.”

“Josh, really, please… I don’t want to cause any more trouble. Please don’t say anything.” Pathetic couldn’t even begin to describe the way you sound but… the thought of Josh bringing this up to Jake made you feel… embarrassed. You really didn’t want Jake to know how much of an effect he had on you. You’d rather him think that you moved on and put him behind you, like you said you would.  He’d probably make fun of you for caring this much.

“Listen… you are wanted here. Sam, Ronnie and I are really looking forward to seeing you. Don’t let that idiot stop you from having a good time. You have every right to be here, just as much as he does–”  There’s a sizable pause before Josh decides to carry on with his stream of thoughts. Josh was talking fast–too fast. You know him well enough to sense that it’s best not to interrupt just yet, because he’s probably sitting on the other end of the phone thinking about what he wants to say, and the best way to say it. Even though he was full of energy, and tended to get carried away while he was excited, he knew how to center himself.

You can picture his mannerisms almost perfectly in your head. You imagine that he’s completely zoned out with his thumb tracing over his bottom lip, taking a deep breath to reset his mind.

After a deep breath, he continues where he left off, just like you thought.

– “Just stick with us, he doesn't usually hang around us too long after ordering his drinks anyway. Just because he doesn’t want to resolve anything with you, doesn’t mean that you should let him get what he wants by completely removing yourself from the situation. It only tells him that he can continue to act this way. And frankly, I’m tired of it. Show him you’re not going to let his bullshit bother you. Come out with us like you said you would.”

Needless to say, another 5 minutes and Josh talked you into going.

You’re not surprised, you could never really say no to Josh.

******

It’s nearing 10:30pm as you walk into one of the local bars that you and the Kiszka siblings frequented over the years.

All the nerves that settled down after talking to Josh came rushing back right as your eyes found Jake and his girlfriend at the bar. His girlfriend was starting up a conversation with an older guy sitting to their left. Jake was wearing a shy looking smile that stretched across his entire face. The very tops of his cheeks were a bit rosy and his gaze was casted toward the ground. The guy must be a fan of their music.

Their band used to attract a mostly older audience, but now that they’re getting more traction on social media, their fan base is expanding. Still, it was a regular occurrence that an older looking “rock dad” would stop them to ask them about their music, and if they “meant to rip off Led Zeppelin.” Which– was incredibly annoying to you. The boys worked so hard. Even though you weren’t the biggest fan of Jake, this was his dream that he put so much time and effort into.

All music is inspired by something. That's how art tends to work. So that narrative always irritated you.

Over the years you joined the boys on tour a couple of times. A few fans teased you by calling you “nothing but a groupie”. You didn’t mind it though, you and the boys know the truth, and that’s what mattered to you. You were there to do nothing but support them and watch as they lived out their wildest dreams. You’ve seen them through it all, and you were so proud.

However, because you’ve been there with them since the start, sometimes you forget that they’re “famous”. It was so weird to think of your friends that way.

Sam taps you on the shoulder to get your attention, which snaps you out of your thoughts abruptly. You hadn’t even realized that you started to dissociate right there in the middle of a crowded bar.

“Ok Jake, we get it, you’re a dreamer, but let's go grab that open table over there before someone else does” Sam says to you as he huffs out a laugh through his nose. Sam loved to try and push your buttons by claiming that you and Jake are very alike– which you’re not. Sam just has that “younger brother energy.” He loved to mess around and tease people– almost relentlessly sometimes.

You didn’t hate him for it though, you just preferred it when he was focused on anyone but you and Jake. Normally, you found Sam funny. He was able to turn your tears into laughter, many times.

*

You, Sam, Josh and Ronnie claimed the high top table that wasn’t too far from the bar. Josh volunteered to grab the first round for everyone so you guys didn’t lose your spot.

Josh placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and spoke close to your ear, since it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, “hey, wanna come with me, help me carry the drinks?”

You looked up toward the bar to see if Jake was still there and as you do, you realize that he’s already looking at you. He was leaning against the bar with his body facing his girlfriend but his face turned toward you. The way he was looking at you told you that he was angry, his eyes on yours felt intense, more than they usually did. His girlfriend was distracted by the bartender, you could tell that she was trying to yell her drink order at him but he still couldn’t hear her.

You kept your eyes locked on Jakes in order to show him that you were there to stay, and he couldn’t scare you away– attempting to take Josh’s advice. But it wasn’t working. You were getting more and more anxious by the second.

Everything about him seemed intimidating. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a black button up underneath it, tight black jeans and black chelsea’s to match– which you’re surprised that Sam hasn’t teased you for yet, since your outfits are incredibly similar tonight.

You both tended to wear a lot of jewelry as well. He had almost all of the buttons to his shirt undone, so you could see the long, pirate-like necklaces that sat upon his sun-kissed torso. There were a few rings on his fingers and one cream colored bracelet on his wrist. Again, you had something similar, a few dainty rings on each hand and two long crystal necklaces, except they sat upon your tight black dress, and not your bare torso.

The front you were putting up was slowly falling away, piece by piece. His eyes were vicious, mean, and way too aggressive for you to handle right now. You couldn’t bear the unnecessary tension any longer, so you finally fixed your gaze on something else in the room. Making you the “loser” of this little game you two were playing.

You’re ashamed to admit it but– it felt like you failed. That you allowed him to overpower you, yet again. But you decide that you’re not going to let it bother you as much this time. Instead you’re going to have fun with your friends and forget about your problems- at least for tonight. Jake could choke on his rum for all you cared.

When you look back at Josh he gives you a sympathetic smile and grabs your hand to eagerly usher you toward the bar.

“Your usual tonight?” Josh asked you.

“Hmmm… no. I wanna change it up. I wanna have what Sam is having.” you sounded way too enthusiastic but you didn’t have a shred of a care.

“Tequila?” his eyebrows perk up, questioning you as if he heard you wrong. You aren’t that big of a drinker, you usually went for something with way less alcohol content than the boys did, and that was enough for you. You enjoyed a comfortable buzz rather than blacking out or making a fool of yourself.

“Tequila.” you confirmed.

“Well okay, whatever you say! I can’t wait to see you try and get that down though–” he says as he huffs out a laugh. “I’d be willing to bet fifty bucks that you spit it out or can’t even get it past your lips, let alone take a full shot. But, hey, if you wanna change things up, by all means!”

Josh uses your lack of a response as an opportunity to guide you closer to the bar top, putting you right next to Jake but on the opposite side of his girlfriend.

With obvious apprehension behind your tone, you question, “Uh Josh… do you think we can switch spots?!”

He doesn’t reply, he just smirks.

“Josh. What are you doing? Are you trying to cause trouble?” you tried to say it so only he could hear, your words coming out breathlessly.

He leans in close to whisper in your ear “if you wanna show him that you’re not scared, then you’ve got to at least pretend darling.” he pulls a way and shoots you a menacing wink.

Josh was right… This was the perfect way to show Jake that he can’t dictate where you go and who you hang out with– but it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel natural. This isn't how you typically navigated your issues… “head on” wasn’t exactly your style. More like “hide and pretend it doesn’t exist.”

The bar was so crowded that your side is pressed up against Jake's back. He was still facing his girlfriend and didn’t bother to turn to greet you or even Josh for that matter.

It might just be your mind playing tricks on you but… you swear that you could feel the heat radiating off of Jake's body. You’re trying not to look his way or pay him any mind but it’s becoming damn near impossible.

Finally, the bartender walks over to you and asks you for your order.

“Two shots of tequila,” you tell him.

At that moment, Jake decides to turn his body so that he is facing forward again. He looks as if he’s studying the bottles of liquor on the wall, but you had a feeling that was just for show.

In actuality, you assume he’s getting ready to tell you off and you were a sitting duck, waiting for your punishment.

He shifted a bit so that he was almost facing you, but he still hasn’t made eye contact.

His perfectly straight teeth bit into his bottom lip angrily, making it look as if he was holding back from saying what he really wanted to say.  

The ring that sat on his pointer finger tapped against the bar a few times before he leaned into you a bit more, hoping that you’d be the only one to hear him when he finally spoke up.

As he does, it’s close to your ear and through gritted teeth “What exactly do you think you’re doing right now? What are you trying to pull here?” After he moved away from your ear, you noticed that his jaw was tightly clenched and he was looking down at you, which made you feel small.

Instead of giving him the satisfaction of a reply, you take the two shots of tequila in front of you back to back, without a hint of hesitation. That trademark burn that tequila left behind doesn’t hit you until after you finish your second shot. So you slam the shot glass on the bar top and turn to face Josh in order to hide the wimpy face you were pulling from Jake.

“Wow lovie, I didn’t think you had it in ya, I gotta admit.” Josh says with a hint of a cheeky smile on his face. “D’you want to order another drink to take back to the table with you?”

“Can you order me vodka cranberry? The bartender can’t hear me but he can hear your loud ass voice from miles away.”

“Ohhh the tequila’s already kicking huh? She’s a snappy drunk I see.” Josh was only joking but he wasn’t wrong. You could feel the irritation that Jake caused you coursing through your veins.

Since you weren’t used to anything as strong as tequila, you feel a slight buzz almost immediately. You wanted to chase that feeling, anything to get you to stop being such a scared little bitch.

You either wanted the confidence boost, or the blissful, carefree feeling that lasted for about an hour or two before the alcohol started to make you feel sick. You were willing to put up with it if it gave you peace, even if only for a few hours.

You wasted no time picking up your drink when the bartender sets it in front of you. You were chugging it down embarrassingly fast, so fast that a little started to run down your chin.

“Woah woah lovie, slow down now. Pace yourself or you’re gonna get sick. No need to rush.” Josh takes the drink from your hands and sets it down in front of you, silently asking you to take a break.

Jake huffed out a sarcastic laugh and mocked his brother in a sing-songy voice. “Aww poor little lovie, she's just a sweet little thing who needs to be protected by her Joshie... –Hah, please. You’re gonna make the rest of us sick.”

“Dude, what the fucks your problem lately? Chill out. No one likes a downer.” Josh bit back.

“Tell that to your precious Lovie. It’s always all about her, what she wants, and what makes her happy. Isn’t it Josh? Admit it. She’s got you whipped.”

“Don’t talk about her like that Jake. If you’re so pissed off then leave. Go home. No one’s forcing you to be here.”

Jake rolled his eyes and turned away from you and Josh to order another drink.

His girlfriend shoots you a dirty look before saying something to Jake that you couldn’t quite hear due to the loud music coming from the speakers. You tried to make out the words by reading her lips, and it looked as if she said “I thought I told you that I don’t want you hanging around her anymore.”

You’re standing there completely dumbfounded, like a helpless little girl. Was Jake right? Did you really make things all about you, did Josh feel the constant need to protect you?

My god, I probably do nothing but hold Josh back, you thought to yourself.

You started to beat yourself up internally and Josh picked up on it. He grabs you by the hand to guide you back toward the table.

“Forget him. His girlfriend has been a real pain lately. She’s super controlling…doesn’t let him do anything.” He gently rubs your back to comfort you before continuing, “Instead of doing something to change it, he just takes it out on everyone else. He’s fucking miserable to be around anymore. Maybe he��s addicted to the toxic behavior. Who knows, but it really sucks.”

You’re still just standing there in silence, you weren’t really sure what to say or think. Which made Josh a bit nervous…and when he’s nervous, he rambles.  “I am so sorry about him. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you had to come out tonight, and that I put you in an uncomfortable situation that you weren’t prepared or ready for. This is all my fault.”

At this point the alcohol is really starting to do its job. Suddenly, you lose any and all care, which is exactly what you wanted.

“Forget it Josh, let's go have fun. I wanna have fun.”

You pull Ronnie and Josh onto the dance floor and stumble all over the place as you try to navigate through the sea of people. “Slow down, wait for us!” Ronnie yells in your direction, but nothing was going to slow you down at this point. You felt good– really good. Like a fire was just ignited inside of you, and you wanted to relish in it.

Josh doesn’t usually dance with you at the bar but he was entertaining it for now, probably to keep an eye on you in your drunken state, and also because he felt bad for what transpired between you and his brother.

The pair dance with you for about a half an hour before they both get somewhat tired of being pushed around by a bunch of drunken idiots.

“Come on, let's go sit for a little and rest. I’ll get you– us some water.”

Ronnie corrected herself, she was trying to avoid “babying you”, because that’s the last thing you needed right now, and she knew it.

You gave in after arguing with them back and forth for a few minutes. Realizing you were starting to get a blister on your foot from the shoes you decided to wear tonight. They weren't exactly practical, but practical wasn’t really what you were going for, was it?

You sit for a few minutes and drink almost an entire glass of water before you began to feel anxious again.

Leaning into Josh’s side, you tell him that you were going to the bathroom and that you’ll be right back. Really, you just wanted to get away from the crowd of people and splash some cold water on your face.

“Well hold on, take Ronnie with yo–” He says before he turns to see that Ronnie was nowhere to be found.

“She went out for a smoke break with Jake's girl.” Sam said before turning his attention back toward the girl he met earlier that night.

“Okay well, just be careful. You have your phone, right?” Josh sounded like a worried parent, which is the last thing you needed right now. If only Jake could hear how much you were being babied again, he’d never let you live it down.

“Josh… Jake was right. I don’t want you to feel like you have this– this obligation to watch over me.” you comb your fingers through your hair anxiously before finishing your thought. “I’ll be fine. Don’t let me hold you back from having fun tonight. I’ll be gone for no more than 5 minutes.” You kiss Josh on the cheek before making your way down the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms.

The hallway was a lot longer and ominous than you remembered.  You were a little freaked out by how empty it was– you couldn’t lie. Silently, you cursed yourself out for not waiting for Ronnie to come back, like Josh had suggested. But you were just so tired of Jake, so tired of being looked at like the baby, you just wanted to prove Jake wrong. That's all.

Before you could think about it any further, you felt a strong hand grip your forearm, your whole body jolted as if it was anticipating this exact sort of intrusion.

“Hey.” a familiar raspy sounding voice came from behind you. He used the slight grip he had on your forearm to spin you around so that you were facing him.

Now, Jake’s only a few inches from your face.

“I thought we had an agreement. I thought you said you were done– meaning you wouldn’t be here?” Jake spoke in a hushed but still very dominant tone. Never letting go of the grip he had on your forearm.

You pull your arm from his grip and huff out the loudest and bitchiest sounding laugh that you could muster.

“Answer me.” he said between gritted teeth.

“Fuck. off.” was all you said before chugging the rest of your drink and walking away from him. He grabbed you by the arm again to make you face him.

He takes another step closer to you, looking down at you while sticking his tongue out to slowly glide over his lips– as he typically did when he was focused, but now you know that he does it when he’s pissed off too.

He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and lets his eyes wander up and down your body, almost as if he was sizing you up. Gauging your reaction.

“What did you just say to me?” he said between bated breaths.

“You heard me Jake. I told you to fuck. off. -And don’t fucking touch me either.” you were shocked by your own words, it must’ve been the tequila because you never had the courage to tell Jake off before– even though he’s deserved it many, many times.

He huffed out a loud breath from his nose before backing you up against the wall, lifting both of his hands to place them on either side of your head.

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? If I just took off. No one to come between you and Josh, huh?”

He's so close to you that you can feel the very tip of his nose against your own and you smell the rum on his breath.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you spit out.

Despite the amount of rage that was radiating from both of you, he made no effort to move from the position he had you in. Leaning his hands against the wall and essentially trapping you there without even fully touching you. His eyes were staring so deeply into yours that if anyone were to walk down this hallway right now they’d get the complete wrong idea.

He took a long, aggravated deep breath before he pushed himself off of the wall, but he wasn’t far enough to put any real space between the two of you.

“Just– Just fucking forget it.” he said.

“No really Jake, please continue. Please tell me exactly what you meant by that. Is that what this is all about? You think i’m around just to fuck Josh? To play with his heart? I’m not a dick like you.”

You couldn’t help the venom that was dripping from your tone. What did he expect? Roses at his feet? Yeah, okay.

He smirks and takes a small step backwards while shaking his head back and forth in a “you’re fucking kidding me” manner.

“You don’t fucking get it.” The evil looking smirk never left his face.

“No Jake, I get it. I’ve been putting up with it since day one. You don’t want me here. What else is there to say?”

He looks down toward the ground and chuckles lightly before looking directly at you as he responds. Without a hint of remorse he says,

“You’re right.”

He paused for a moment to shrug his shoulders, to really get his point across,

“I don’t.”

With that, he goes back to the bar and takes his place beside his girlfriend.

You’re left alone. In a dark, lonely hallway.

To be continued…

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[honeysofte-archieve]

birdsong.

rating: teens and up. suggestive themes.

pairing: cremisius aclassi/female lavellan.

word count: 2,559

summary: Lavellan stays the night. Or rather: a morning.

haven’t written anything in a long while so this might come off as really clumsy & cringy, but here it is, anyway! <3

* * *

She is wearing his shirt.

She is sitting by the wide window sill, leaning against the wall and reading a leather-bound book while balancing a cup of herbal tea on one of her folded knees, and she is wearing his shirt and--

not much else, to be honest.

This is naturally the first thing Krem notices once he opens his eyes because he’s surprisingly one-track minded when it comes to Lavellan to his greatest embarrassment. Not that her appearance is the only thing that he cares about, far from it for he would adore her no matter what, but it certainly makes her all the more distracting to him.

The boys like to give him shit about it, too -- how utterly obvious and showy his affection and desire for her is. Krem would shut their faces permanently with his fist if Lavellan didn’t find it so endearing and smile at him sweetly whenever the topic comes up. Sometimes she even gets on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek in front of all of them like she’s not ashamed at all of his affection for her and isn't afraid to show she returns the sentiment just as wholly.

And isn’t that the most amazing thing in the world for someone to have? To love and be loved so genuinely and kindly that one can feel it all the way inside their spine and lungs, a comforting presence no one wants to lose, ever.

in ao3.  ♥

But of course, the topic of love has never come up, at least in spoken words. Everything is still quite new and wonderful, but Krem knows it's true. He loves her. And he's pretty positive she loves him too. Or he hopes she does, the other option gives him way too much anxiety so he's trying not to think about it. Like, ever.

But anyway, Krem can’t help but stare with no words to describe what he is feeling. He can feel the faint flicker of red on his cheeks. He can feel how his heartbeat quickens two-fold. He can feel a weight loosening free inside his chest as he watches this beautiful creature that is somehow his.

Inquisitor Lavellan looks open and vulnerable and beautiful in the morning sun, the light dancing on her neck and chest-- the old scars on her face, the faint stretch marks and moles littering her thighs and arms more prominent this way. She is frowning slightly as she reads, her teeth tugging her lower lip in concentration at whatever is happening in the book, before she licks her thumb and turns another page, oblivious to Krem’s gawking.

The shirt, of course, is not the main reason he can't keep his eyes away from her, though, even if she looks very attractive in it.

No, the very thing that has Krem astonished is that she's still here. In his room. In the morning. For the first time since they've started doing this, kissing and laughing and having sex, and Krem… isn't entirely sure what to make of it.

Lavellan is a very busy woman after all.

A few moments pass before Lavellan glances in his direction and takes a double-look when she notices him awake. Krem kind of does this awkward finger-wiggle sort of thing at her because it's quite impossible for her not to figure out he's been staring at her quite intently for a while now.

"Good morning, Cremisius,” Lavellan murmurs with a small smile on her heart-shaped face and does a finger-wiggle right back at him, making it look somehow elegant and not idiotic as hell.

No one, not one person, calls him Cremisius. No one except for her. And he likes how the name forms in her mouth, likes the look on her face as she says it aloud. His heart always skips a beat when she does it and he doesn’t think he will ever get used to it. He is so easy for her.

Lavellan looks unusually relaxed this morning, Krem has not often seen her like this-- probably no one does. She works and works and works and rarely takes time for herself and it’s always rubbed Krem off the wrong way how much people demand of her, never giving her a break, never letting her just be. Sometimes he feels like fighting every fucker who makes her feel like she doesn't deserve time for herself, but he desists. Mostly.

But here she is. Here she is this morning; still with him despite her duties and demands of others. For the first time during their relationship. It's almost astonishing.

“Morning.” Krem’s throat is slightly dry and his voice catches just a little when he meets her bronze coloured eyes. Maker, he hopes it’s not too obvious.

“Did you sleep well?” Lavellan asks gently, closes her book and takes a sip of her still steaming tea. She mustn't have been awake for long though the morning seems already later than normal. Krem is usually already long awake at this hour, doing drills with the boys or eating an early lunch.

Krem blinks and blinks again before finally realises she’s expecting an answer and he ends up nodding. And for a while, they just keep staring at each other in silence before Krem can’t help but beam at her in something like happiness.

“I like your shirt,” he blurts out, feeling absolutely moronic today for some reason. It makes Lavellan lift her eyebrow and for a while, Krem is sure she’s going to ignore the comment as she often does, but this time she only shrugs and says:

“I was feeling a little cold.”

It’s summer and it’s not true, both of them know that, so Krem grins, his lips wide, and Lavellan rolls her eyes in something like fondness. She scratches her leg, the shirt collar dropping downwards as her body moves and Krem has to swallow hard.

The moment isn’t awkward, per se, it’s just new and it seems like neither of them really knows how to fill it. It doesn't feel like the place for empty chatter.

“You look good in it. Comfortable. Very.... stimulating,” he dares to comment and suppresses a lewd grin that threatens to slip out.

“Hmm,” Lavellan answers. She seems amused, however faintly, which Krem takes as a victory. He feels an urge to do something with his hands-- pull her closer across the distance and touch the soft skin of her thigh. Or something.

“So,” Krem says slowly. The scratchy sheets are bundled around his waist and he scratches his abdomen. His chest is bound, but he doesn’t feel self-conscious around her, not anymore. For she knows him; she knows most things about him. He knows a little less about her, but he’s determined to learn every piece of her in time.

Lavellan opens her book again.

“So,” Lavellan answers and even though she’s not looking at him, the corners of her mouth are twitching. It makes Krem braver than he is.

“I kind of didn’t expect you to still be here.”

His words are casual and not accusing, not in the slightest, and he’s glad that Lavellan notices it as well because her expression doesn’t change.

“I’m taking the day off,” Lavellan replies and flips a page forward in her book, though she’s not reading it as far as Krem can tell, just staring at the words since her eyes don’t move on the paper.

“Can an inquisitor take a day off?”

“Who could stop me? I am the Inquisitor,” Lavellan kind of scoffs, kind of laughs. Krem’s gaze is focused on her pink mouth because, Maker, he is apparently just as bad as most other men are when it comes to a pretty face. He really hopes Lavellan doesn’t notice, that’d be quite embarrassing. Not that he has ever pretended to know something about words like honour or chastity.

“... Fair point.”

Lavellan hums underneath her breath, a breathy sound that is filled with something untraceable to him. He wonders what she’s thinking about.

“What are you reading?” Krem asks casually as he can, feeling slightly idiotic because he doesn’t know what to do at this moment. He wants to stand up and go to her, he wants to kiss her and pull her back to bed and do things to her that makes her body wet with sweat and pleasure.

Still, he does nothing except grip the bedsheets into this fist and takes a deep breath. He can be patient when he wills so-- he can be patient for her.

“A romance novel. Or rather a bodice ripper, I would say.”

“Shit,” Krem replies. Or more like mumbles as he still feels a little tired after the night despite having slept so long this morning. He's sort of surprised the chief hasn't come barreling through his door yet, the big damn oaf.

“Josephine gave it to me,” Lavellan continues casually. She is combing her long blonde hair with her fingers as she speaks and Krem wants nothing more than to touch her right at this moment. He aches with it, his fingers cramping at how hard he is gripping the bedsheets.

“She apparently got it from Vivienne who got it from Cassandra who got it from Sera who got it from... somewhere." Lavellan pauses. "Josephine called it the ‘the most beautifully written love story of this age’ so naturally, I needed to read it.”

“So, how is it?”

Krem doesn't want to talk about books.

He wants to pull her back into his bed and do things to her with his mouth and sleep some more afterwards.

“Mildly entertaining and educational. Considerably smuttier than I expected truth to be told, but I don’t mind. See, I had no idea qunari could be so incredibly... bendy.”

Lavellan grins at him, her mouth in a wicked bow, and Krem is not blushing. He is not. He is a grown man and doesn't flush at the mere mention of sex, that would be ridiculous considering he spends most of his time around Iron Bull and the other boys who hold nothing back.

"I'm certain you could ask the chief about it if you're really curious."

Lavellan huffs. "No thank you, that is definitely not the kind of conversation I want to have with my lover's superior."

Krem's heart jumps into his throat. Lover, he thinks. He likes the sound of the word. It feels fitting for them.

“Come here,” he requests throatily, changing the subject to something he is more desperate for. “Please.”

Lavellan spends a moment only looking, or perhaps studying, him with her piercing eyes before she sets down the book and her now empty teacup on the window sill and comes to him, all gentle smiles and cold fingertips. Just before he lays down, she takes off his shirt and Krem feels a tiny bang of disappointment before he realises that the sight of her bare frame, her charming curves and soft belly and generous chest, the constellations of freckles, moles and scars on her skin, are a marginally better sight.

Lavellan lets him look at her a moment that doesn't feel like enough time to drink in the picture she makes before she settles beside him on her stomach and Krem closes her delicate hand inside his own sword-callused one.

“You look so beautiful,” he confesses, perhaps too honestly, the words escaping his mouth like a bird out of its cage For a short moment Lavellan looks almost impossibly surprised like this is something she didn’t expect him to say at all. Her eyes are wide and sweet with something like utter fondness for him.

“And you are looking very handsome,” she counters, never quite knowing what to do with a direct compliment and this time he definitely blushes quite visibly but finds himself not minding it that much at all anymore. She could see all of him, naked and laid bare, and he would let her, always. No secrets, no fears.

Lavellan cups Krem's cheek and peers at him with an unflinching look, her thumb stroking the curve of his moist mouth. His tongue peeks out of his mouth and he swallows hard.

“Your freckles have grown bolder under the summer sun,” she comments aloud as her fingers explore every nook of his face, tracing the bridge of his nose with her long nail and thumbing the fragile, blue skin underneath his eyes that are still puffy from sleep. He feels invincible, confident beyond explanation. That's what Lavellan does to Krem.

Krem licks his lips. He licks his lips and the tip of it catches on Lavellan's fingertip, just before she presses her tender mouth to his own and kisses him for the first time for what feels like forever.

And it's a very good kiss. One of the best he's ever had.

Not overly gentle, but intense and sweet, and it consumes him entirely with its depth, making him feel thoroughly light-headed and happy.

So happy. Being with Lavellan makes him the happiest he's ever been. He's a lucky son of a bitch and he’s the first one to admit that.

"I'm glad you stayed tonight," Krem whispers, his voice husky with need and she looks straight into his eyes before murmuring: "Me too."

Afterwards, a comfortable silence surrounds them for a long while. They fill it with kisses and hungry caresses, but they're not in a rush to start anything more. They continue until Lavellan breaks apart and searches his eyes with her own brown ones. For some reason, there's a touch of sadness in them.

"You know it's nothing personal, don't you?" she asks hesitantly, her fingers drumming against his chest as she talks-- a habit that tells him that she’s genuinely nervous about his answer. She swallows before continuing: "If I could, I would wake up in your arms every morning, it’s just-- "

"I know," Krem murmurs, shushing her words with a small peck. And he does, but fuck how he hates it. Sometimes he would just want to bury her in his arms and hide her from the rest of the world. Not that Lavellan would ever let him, but a man can dream.

"Good." Lavellan nods, satisfied. She brushes his forehead with the back of her hand, sweeping off a drooping hair strand that's been tickling his brow for a while now. Krem isn't sure if he deserves such tenderness from her. Or anyone.

"Good," Krem repeats with the biggest grin that flashes his teeth and Lavellan rolls her beautiful eyes before kissing him again with a fierce sort of enthusiasm that takes Krem off guard.

But neither of them are leading it to anything more. They're perfectly content just like this, with rush or impatience for nothing.

It's a new feeling and it's lovely.

"This is nice," Krem says after they pull apart again with their mouths wet and red, her doe-eyes almost swallowed up by her black pupils.

Lavellan looks entirely fond. She presses her lips to his forehead, the gesture not overly sweet but close enough. "It is."

"Maybe you could… take a day off again some time," Krem suggests making Lavellan sort of snort in surprise. Though before Krem can feel too bad about asking, she murmurs acceptance in his ear.

"Mm. I'll see what I can do."

It's as good as a promise.

[7wanderingpaws]

8. He Knows. (Another Life)

Genre: soulmate / magic AU

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Word Count: 4.9K

Song: Mazzy Star - Fading Into You

Synopsis: You are more than happy in relationship with Jackson Wang, the hard-working and successful fencer representing Hong Kong. So what happens when you visit a local witch wanting to know more about your future as a couple? Because you always knew he was the right one for you. Even in another life. But would he really be the one?

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(( Enjoy! It is one of those longer chapters. There will be altogether 10 parts, so two more to come <3 ))

- - - He Knows - - -

You went to an old café that was quiet and had only a few people in them, most of them working on their laptops. Nobody was paying any attention to you and you couldn't be more relieved.

The steaming cup of chamomile tea was suddenly more interesting than the man sitting opposite you with an iced coffee. You had to smile inside your heart - he always preferred iced beverages since he was feeling half of the time too hot.

"Y/N," Jackson started gently, his eyes soft.

Pressing your lips together, you dared to lift your gaze. You've been craving to hear your name from his mouth. You felt so scared at what he was going to say you could barely keep your attention up.

"I'm not really sure how to start or what to say," he laughed quietly. Wow. So charming. "I don't want to sound stupid-"

"Just say whatever is on your mind."

"You're not an ordinary fan."

That stopped you. What was that supposed to mean? Not an ordinary fan... As in... He thought you were a fan?

"I weirdly remembered your face from the hi-touch event last year. You attended it, right?" he added quickly, suddenly unsure of his own mingled memories.

You nodded. "Yes, I did. Your brain works well."

He smiled. "Okay, I'm glad."

Silence. Awkward.

"You think I followed you?" you asked, cupping the hot cup.

"Followed? Where to?"

"Ehm, didn't you just say that I'm a fan of yours?"

Jackson was totally out of his cool. Maybe it wasn't visible, but he was shaking inside. "Did I? Well, I guess I just wanted to surprise you with this coffee meeting..."

You didn't understand. If he thought you were his fan, why would he want to talk to you at a peaceful place? How on earth would he know your name? Why would he even bother to chase after you in front of the restaurant? Is this how superstars these days work? You doubted that. He must be too busy for this kind of fanservice.

"I am not your fan, Jackson."

There. It was out. Tears were threatening once again because you couldn't keep this distant, formal attitude towards him. You wanted to go home and cuddle- oh wait. You couldn't. Because the person who was your home was a stranger now sitting in front of you. 

You swallowed harshly, your throat burning.

"Then how come-"

"I'm so sorry," you interrupted. "I don't know what you want but I have to go."

The truth was you were so embarrassed about the entire situation and your own feelings towards him. There was no point. It was obvious he was just-

"No, no, please," he said, his hand reaching out to stop you. "Please."

You slowly sat back.

Was this the moment to tell him? Were you supposed to tell him how you felt and what happened? God. You felt so uncomfortable. As 99.99% of you was hoping he would recognise you and share your feelings with you, the disappointment was quite big and overwhelming. Your life had no meaning.

"You said you knew me," you tried. "Do you know me from your fan sign?"

"Hi-touch," he corrected, not meeting your gaze. "I don't really know how to say this."

"Jackson," you whispered. "Do you, by any chance, have feelings for me?"

Jackson didn't show any signs of recognition. Weirdly, this time he was fighting hard to calm his beating heart.

You shook your head when he wouldn't reply right away. "Forget it. Oh my god, how embarrassing," you said, once again standing up and grabbing your bag.

Jackson was on his feet straight away, stopping you. He was standing in front of you, holding your arms at shoulder length. "I do. I don't know how but I do and I know you and I know who you are and what you are doing and..."

You held your breath. Your heart was thundering inside of you, your knees giving out underneath you, your hands shaking uncontrollably. 

His eyes were shifting between yours frantically, in obvious rush to explain his crazy thoughts to your shocked face. “I know that you are a doctor... I-I was kind of looking for you in the hospital,” he breathed out shakily, scratching his neck in obvious embarrassment and discomfort. “You weren’t there and I thought I was going crazy because I just kept having these dreams...”

You painfully gulped needing to hold him. However, you restrained from reaching out. He was here now, standing. Oh my god. He was going through the same as you. He loved you. He had feelings for you. Jesus.

“I am not a doctor,” you managed to say, still keeping the intense eye contact. If anyone had a knife, they could slice the air with it, it was so tensed. You shook your head and smiled. “Unfortunately, I am not.”

He looked confused. “Then how come-”

You sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything more than you.” You sat down again and Jackson did as well taking the seat next to you, relieved you wouldn’t run away from him. “I saw you accidentally on the TV when my friend wanted to show me GOT7. Since then I am almost always having flashbacks of...” your throat went dry as you looked at the abandoned cup, “of our previous life.”

Jackson had such confusing thoughts and feelings that he wanted to keep slapping himself. But he wouldn’t lie if he admitted how over the moon he was when you had the same thoughts as him. You were so close before and now both of you seemed super awkward. He didn’t know what to do.

“Is this normal by any chance?” tried Jackson, leaning on the table with his elbows. “I mean... From some flashbacks I know you went to see a witch.”

You looked into his eyes in surprise. Oh wow, he truly knew those things. “I went to see her two years ago, actually. I needed answers,” you said sheepishly, blushing.

Jackson gave you a soft smile. “Since when is it happening to you? Have you had it all your life?”

You shook your head, your wavy hair dangling. “No, no way. As I said, only a few years.”

He let out a quiet sigh. Only a few years. God, how must that have been when already one year was driving him crazy? “So you travelled all the way to US just to find answers... You never studied at Stanford?”

“No. I wouldn’t be able to afford it even if I would aspire to become a student there. But I guess you might know what a shitty feeling it is to wake up missing something you never knew, so I thought...” you pursed your lips, trying to word your thoughts nicely, “I thought I was the one at fault. If I wouldn’t have gone to the witch that day in Cali, maybe we would still be in the previous life, together.”

You kept quiet about the fact that it wasn’t, indeed, your fault. How was it possible to let him know that he was unhappy and both of you had to relive your lives over again without ever knowing each other so that he could become a successful artist like he always wanted to?

Jackson hastily nodded, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. “Did you find any meaningful answers?”

“Not really,” you lowered your head. “I mean... the witch did recognise me, she knew everything that happened but she couldn’t tell me proper reasons and answers.”

Lie. Lie. Lie.

“I see. So I guess it isn’t anything special then?”

Your heart dropped, a little too painfully. Looking up, you gave the stranger a pressed smile. “Probably not.”

Silence fell over you as both of you were deep in thoughts, contemplating what to say. Neither of you wanted to sound desperate or pushy and so neither of you asked about the next steps you should make.

“Where do you work now?” tried Jackson kindly.

Grabbing the cup with an almost cold chamomile tea, you said: “I’m actually just finishing my masters. With my degree, I guess an accountant would be the most suitable.”

“You don’t sound very excited?” laughed quietly Jackson, analysing your body language. You seemed tensed.

You took a sip. Yep, the tea was indeed cold now. “What can I say? It was the only reasonable way to deal with my future.”

Jackson nodded. That didn’t answer much and despite his own liking, many questions and curiosities were popping up in his mind. He did want to know more about you, since there was a mysterious aura around you. Nothing about you was the same as he remembered. Being almost coldly reserved, he didn’t dare to push you too much with questions

You also nodded. So this was the moment you wanted long ago and yet here you were, unable to muster up some normal conversational points that could make you two grow closer to each other. Weirdly, Jackson was still extremely out-going but something was bugging his mind because of which he kept being quiet. He didn’t change that much.

“Do you speak Korean well now?” you asked, feeling cringy at the stupid question.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Yea, I guess! I mean, I’m still not the best, Korean is not easy at all. But I can survive by now.”

“You still speak other cool languages, so you’re fine,” you teased with a broad smile.

Just for a second, Jackson forgot to breathe when he saw your toothy grin aimed at him. It was such a short moment of surprise, you didn’t notice at all. “True. Chinese is quite useful so I can’t really complain.”

“Oh right. Your Chinese is so good now. Good for you. You do work hard, Jackson,” you exclaimed gently, watching him intently.

“Oh, enough about me. Do you want another tea? Or anything else?” he asked eagerly, already turning to go and order. 

Your hand stopped him. “Oh, no way, thank you. I should go.”

He froze, his eyes big as he was looking at you. “Wait, already? I mean, I understand...” he trailed off, scratching his neck. “Sorry I interrupted your date.”

No! It was not a date! You wanted to shout but what could you say? Another lie? “It's alright. It wasn’t important anyway.”

Jackson was observing you for a moment before he nodded. “Right.”

Silence.

Turning on your chair, you grabbed your jacket and stood up so you could put it on before you felt the jacket being taken away from you and someone else helping you slide your arms into it. Jackson was careful not to touch you even by accident.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You turned to face him and his hands adjusted your collar with a focused frown. Then his eyes snapped at you.

“No problem. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

Your throat went dry as a sudden wave of emotions overtook you. What’s going to happen now? 

“I don’t know,” murmured Jackson gently.

You yelped quietly when you realised you said the question out loud. 

“I don’t know but do you think we could exchange at least numbers?” he suggested, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks.

Your heart was beating fast as you nodded, trying to type your number into his phone with shaky fingers before he took it from you and you dictated him the number. He smirked, entertained with your imbalance. 

I missed you. I missed you so much. Please, don’t go. Stay just for a little longer.

“Thanks. I’ll keep this one safe as a treasure. I also hope you won’t give it out to anyone,” he said, embarrassed again.

“Of course not. I guess you have to change numbers quite frequently anyway.” In which case I will lose the contact on you pretty quickly, you added in your mind.

“Yes, that part kind of sucks.”

You both laughed, both of you standing closer to each other. Other customers could imagine you just shared a sweet little secret that made both of you giggle. 

As you calmed down, you smiled once again. “Then, I’ll take my leave.” 

You bowed your head slightly, feeling stupid at this formal attitude once again when all you ever knew was how to be silly with him and do all the possible things a man and a woman can do. 

You wondered when will be the next time your paths would cross as you were now outside on the quiet dark street, trying to catch a cab home. 

It was rather sooner than later because a car pulled up at the curb and the window was rolled down. You were surprised to see Jackson as the driver, his brother who asked you for the nappies in the restaurant on the passenger seat and baby giggles coming from the backseat, most probably from baby Aimee.

“We will take you home,” winked Jackson at you and he nodded his head to the backseat. “Unless you truly hate children, but I don’t recall you do.”

You gave out an amused laugh and in your heels rushed around the back of the car to sit next to the cute little baby. As you closed the door behind you, Jackson made sure you are all good before taking off self-confidently.

He was always a good, skilful driver so you weren’t feeling even a little bit unsafe.

Aimee was looking up at you with big, curious eyes and you couldn’t believe she was actually there next to you after knowing her from different circumstances.

“I wasn’t even aware that you and Jackson know each other,” said Winston from the front, laughing. “It would have been such a shame if you guys didn’t meet each other at the restaurant.”

You fell silent, not knowing how to respond. Instead, you just laughed and agreed cheerfully, just like Jackson was.

“We know each other since high school,” blurted out Jackson, seemingly surprised at his own words. He immediately shut up, preferring to pay attention to the road (although his eyes kept stealing glances at you in the rear-view mirror).

“Right, that’s true,” you agreed once again. Your entire insides were heating up, needing you to cross your legs. God. 

Winston, however, didn’t notice anything. “That’s amazing. Then I guess it was just meant to happen.”

Now, you were totally out, without a single doubt. Your eyes accidentally met with Jackson's in the mirror, and he quickly averted them, coughing loudly in the process.

Yes, Jackson, make it less awkward for us.

Entertaining Aimee was what you found more convenient at that moment.

Shanghai, China, 2016

It was almost New Years time. Everything was festive, everything was bright and everything was quite cold. 

As you were smiling at the toddler in front of you, you felt someone pushing something down your head.

“Don’t move, or else it won’t fit, baby Y/N,” said Jackson in a child-like voice from above. He pressed the heavy knit sweater down your head making you look like a ghost.

Aimee started to giggle at the sight, clapping her chubby little hands.

Jackson took one of your hands to slide one arm, then the other through the sleeves. After he was finished, he made sure to comb your hair with his long fingers. He pushed some strands behind your ear and eventually patted you, sitting down next to you to give you a loud kiss on the cheek. “I can’t have my girl freezing.”

The butterflies in your stomach came alive as you looked at him. Aimee was still happily talking in her own baby language when you grabbed Jackson's face to squish it and eventually give him a kiss on the lips. “My man is always taking good care of me.”

He smiled as he leaned in for another kiss.

“Tu-tu-tu-tu.”

“Right,” you both murmured, separating from each other before you could let your passionate side show in front of a few months old baby.

“What should we do with you, hm?” asked Jackson, placing his hands on his hips. “Mummy and daddy are gone, grandma and grandpa are gone. You are stuck with these weirdos in their twenties who have no idea about kids.”

You snickered, taking the baby girl out of her little seat and to hold her. She seemed quite satisfied in your arms, not fidgeting. “She is a good girl, we can manage.” You kissed the top of her head.

Jackson took out his iPhone and aimed it at you, making pictures.

“No, babe, I look super bad today,” you whined, reaching out to take it away from him.

He let out an exceptionally loud, high-pitched scream as he avoided your contact. “No, I’m saving these because you both look gorgeous,” he said in a fake British accent which made you giggle.

Aimee was just looking up at you until her hands reached out to caress your neck. Very quickly they found your breasts under the thick sweater and bra. She squeezed hardly, already pushing her tiny face into your chest.

Your eyebrows skyrocketed upwards in surprise along with Jackson before he burst out into fit of laughters.

“Oh, no, Aimee darling, I’m not mama,” you said quickly, trying to gently push her away so you could grab her little bottle with mother's milk Winston's wife left behind.

Jackson however recovered and ran to the kitchen to get the needed food. “I'll warm it up,” shouted Jackson from the kitchen. 

You managed to stand up, Aimee still grabbing your breasts. You followed your love. “Babe, don’t forget to heat it up-”

“In the water, yes, I know, baby,” he said with a cheeky smile as he was filling up the dish with appropriate amount of water before placing it on the stove to warm it up. He looked at you and how you kept giggling at Aimee's actions.

“Aimee, come to uncle. We shouldn’t scare Y/N that much about babies just yet,” he said as he reached out for the baby girl. As she was taken by Jackson, her face scrunched up and started to wail. Loudly. Into Jackson's chest. 

“Oh no, just a little bit longer, darling,” said Jackson caressing her head lovingly. “Your milk will be all yours. You don’t have to share with us, okay?”

Your heart swelled at the sight as you were adjusting your shirt. The sight of Jackson with kids was always giving you a special amount of fluttering butterflies in your stomach. There was something about him caring so much about the little life in his hands, how he looked at them with endearing eyes. 

He was looking at you now, smirking. “What is it, babe? Cat stole your tongue?”

You shook your head and rushed to put the baby's bottle into the warm water. “I got carried away.”

“Wow, do I look so handsome?”

You looked behind your shoulder at his cheeky smile and he gave you a seductive wink before he changed to a cute puppy for baby Aimee. You sighed, turning your attention to the bottle. Damn him.

The milk was ready and you and Jackson sat down on the big comfy couch, Aimee being back in your embrace. You held up the bottle for her and she almost choked, she was sucking so fast. You laughed loudly. She would still keep her face close to your chest though.

“Little angel,” you whispered and leaned back into Jackson's side.

He had an arm around you as he was watching the baby, also bewitched.

“What did you mean when you said you didn’t want to scare me with babies just yet?” you quipped quietly as Aimee's eyes were drooping.

Jackson looked at your side profile. “Just as I said it.” He nuzzled his head into your neck and gave you a little kiss. “I know it’s beautiful to have kids, especially with the one you really love,” he rasped as you turned your head to look at him, “but I know it can be scary for women who are not interested in having kids yet.”

You nodded, observing his face. “Look at you, being all thoughtful as always.”

He gave you a handsome smile and squeezed your back. “She is almost sleeping now.”

You both fell silent. Aimee was just about to finish her milk but she was heavily sleeping. 

“I would love to have your kids,” you whispered after some while.

Jackson froze, his heart beating super fast despite being unable to move at the electricity that thundered through his body at the idea.

“I hope we will have our own family one day,” you continued. 

He gulped, but his throat was dry. He looked at the sleeping baby, then at the arms holding her and eventually at your face that was focused elsewhere.

He grabbed your face gently not to wake the baby, and turned your face to kiss you. You smiled and opened your mouth to let him in as he quickened the kiss, showing you his sudden urge. “You are the only woman I can imagine having my kids.”

You giggled silently as he bit your lower lip. He played with your lips before he pushed his tongue in, making you whimper silently. You wanted to wrap your hands around his neck but the sleeping baby wouldn’t let you.

“Let’s put her in her crib,” suggested Jackson into your lips. You leaned in to steal one more kiss before you sat up carefully.

“Are you okay with holding her?” asked Jackson, standing up.

You smiled at him, nodding. “Yes.”

Once you managed to put her safely into her place, you made sure you leave the empty bottle in her hands. You knew better than to take things they loved from them. Anything to make them sleep.

As soon as you were free, Jackson was grabbing your hand, pulling you towards the guests’ bedroom where you stayed. “We have got business to finish,” he whispered into your ear.

Your insides churned, making your knees go weak.

“Or you know what? Screw that. The house is ours now,” he said suddenly, pushing you into the nearby wall. For a moment you were surprised but once you felt his neck kisses, you moaned grabbing his face to have those lips for yourself. “Keep it quiet, we don’t want to wake the baby, do we,” murmured Jackson and sinfully grabbed your butt, hoisting up. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Then take me to the bedroom already,” you breathed feverishly. “I swear today I don’t want to hold back.”

Jackson moaned at the simple thought, making his way to the bedroom right away.

Neither of you knew exactly what your heated moment was about. Whether it was the peacefully sleeping baby in the other room or just the pure love for each other, the important thing was that you had each other.

Hong Kong, 2016

 Winston insisted that he and Aimee should be dropped off first before Jackson would take you home. Jackson is taking me home, you thought. What a surreal feeling. 

At first you weren’t sure what to say to him as both of you were alone once again.

“You still live at your old place, right?” asked Jackson as he was making his way through the dense traffic. What a curse for Hong Kong. Even at midnight there was traffic.

“No,” you answered, looking out the window at cheerful people. Just then you realised that you lived in a rather shabby area in Kowloon. You preferred Jackson not seeing it. He must have had all the luxurious things at the moment, he would immediately judge-

You stopped yourself right there. If, by any chance, Jackson was the same person that you knew, he wouldn’t judge you, nor anyone. He never judged, unless someone would hit their mother. Yup, that would set him off for sure.

You told him the address and he nodded, trying to hide the shock. 

“How are your parents doing?” he asked as if nothing happened.

“Thank you, they are okay,” you answered, trying to be as short as possible about them. “Do you know there is this awesome park up the hill that-”

“gives amazing view of the city?” he finished, shooting you an exciting look.

You smiled, nodding. “Yes, I actually discovered it recently and I fell in love with it right away.”

Ugh. You wanted the ride to be over so much. The stupid small talk was not working for you; you preferred silence over words that meant nothing.

Thankfully, the entire ride was filled with Jackson's cheerful remarks about surrounding parks of Hong Kong that not many people knew about. Phew. You could just enjoy his voice that you missed oh so dearly. His raspy, deep voice that had a unique colouring made you feel relaxed. Videos made zero justice to his voice in real life.

Once he stopped the car in front of one of the gazillion apartment houses, the car fell into silence that was too loud as the purring of the motor was absent.

“Thank you so much,” you spilled, unfastening your belt. “I really appreciate the bother all the way here. You must be tired anyway.”

“It was absolutely my pleasure, Y/N,” he said, his head turned towards you. 

You pressed your lips together. “I'll get going now.” Your throat, without your permission, tightened, emotions overwhelming you. Now was the time to say your final goodbyes. “I’m glad we got to talk. I wish your parents good health and to you all the best with your music career.”

You gave him one last smile before any of your tears could fall. Opening the door, you got out of the car and closed the door behind yourself. Walking across the empty street you realised he hadn’t even said anything.

Oh well. He must have been happy to be finally free from you.

You heard quick steps behind your back, your heart racing for a second thinking it was a thief when Jackson appeared in front of you, making you stop abruptly.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

“Yes, Jackson?” you looked up at him.

Jackson had a flashback. What happened that time in the bathroom when he kissed you and it wasn’t even real. He was scared you were not real either this time. That’s why he just stared into your eyes intently, figuring out what to do next.

“I don’t know if I want you to leave me just yet,” he said finally. “There is something...” he huffed throwing his hands around. “Are you real?” he asked.

You were confused. “What do you mean?”

“Are you real? This is not another vision, right?” asked Jackson, hungry for answers, desperate for reality to be true. 

“Yes, I am. I am me. You are you,” you said, observing his face. 

His hands fell to his sides as he took a step closer to you. You didn’t even flinch, daring to look up into his eyes boldly. His face was dark because the street lamp was right behind him and he still looked so enchanting to you, with that blonde hair pushed back out of his strong face. You quietly anticipated his next step when he reached out his hand ever so carefully in case it would scare you away. When you didn’t move, he touched your cheek, the gentlest of the gentle. 

“I found you,” he whispered and you closed your hurting eyes, letting the tears roll down your flushed cheeks. “We finally found each other.”

You swallowed harshly, opening your eyes to find his face a little closer to yours. You held your breath, your insides burning. 

“Can I -” he stopped and his eyes fell to your lips. “Is it okay to kiss you? Just so I can make sure you are truly real,” he murmured and your knees almost gave out.

“Please,” you whimpered. You wanted him to come closer, to lean in, to make the first move. You were waiting for so long, you desperately needed him to do all of it, just so you knew it was with his own will, with his own mind.

And then, it happened.

The magic.

The click.

The stars aligned.

The world made sense.

Jackson kissed you. His fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled you closer, capturing your lower lip in the most sensual way. He knew all the details about you, and you knew exactly how he would do it. When you bended, he adjusted. When he straightened, you hugged. It was all so perfectly thought out there was no match like that in the world.

You let out a satisfied breath and you swore you could hear fireworks in the back. Or it was just the explosions in your stomach. How would you know, when the man you loved, you longed for was finally watering you with his passion, his own emotions.

The Gobi desert was nothing compared to you and Jackson. But now, finally together, it felt as if batteries have been charged, all the green returned to the dead trees, the flowers were blooming and even the dead souls were cheering in your favour. It literally...

Clicked.

Jackson pulled away, giving you a final kiss, making you giggle. You held his hands for dear life but he wouldn’t have let go of them anyway.

“Y/N,” he said quietly. 

You smiled up at him. You were alight, you were shining, you were radiating. 

“I can’t stay with you,” he said finally.

And with that, the magic was broken.

- - - continue - - -

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Biadore coming across biadore smut fiction with B becoming so turned on that true feelings are finally revealed ❤️️ And if you would write smut between the two of them I would love you forever 😘

Thank you darling! Ironic that this is about queens reading fanfiction…good timing I think 😂 This one is dedicated to all the haters, I love writing and you won’t stop me ✌🏻

Send me sentence prompts and drag race pairings and I’ll write you a little drabble!

“Bianca slid her hand up Adore’s thigh, climbing higher and higher. The younger girl bit her lip and looked at Bianca shyly.‘Bianca,’ she paused briefly. 'Is this a good idea?’ 'I don’t know, you tell me.’ Bianca smirked at her and then her hand was outside Adore’s panties. She could feel the younger queen was hard even though she was tucked. Bianca smiled wildly at her and then her lips attacked Adore’s with-”'Oh god please stop.’ Roy rolled his eyes cutting Danny off. Danny looked up from the computer screen.'It’s funny!’ Danny laughed. 'I can’t believe people write this stuff, it’s amazing.’ He turned back to the laptop screen and his eyes scanned the words of the fan fiction he’d found on Tumblr. 'Oh it gets better!’ He chuckled.“Adore’s hands groped frantically at the older queens naked body, needing to feel as much skin on skin as possible. She found Bianca’s erection and Bianca gasped in her mouth as she started stroking her length…”Roy was getting hard, embarrassing so. He put his hands in his lap to try and conceal it. If Danny was to notice he would be mortified.“She returned the favour and wrapped her hand around Adore’s throbbing dick. They pumped in each other in perfect rhythm, but queens needed more-”'Danny for the love of god please stop this.’ Roy grunted. 'It’s cringy.’'I’m enjoying it.’ Danny chuckled. 'Do you not want to know what happens next?’ He looked at Roy and smiled at him. Roy felt his face was flushed. He saw Danny’s facial expression change and then he saw his eyes trail down to his lap where his hands were quite obviously trying to hide something. He looked back up and his eyes met Roy’s once more.'Oh my god.’ Danny gasped a little. 'This is turning you on.’ He had a slight smirk on his face.'Don’t be stupid.’ Roy scoffed. 'As if.’'What are you trying to hide down there Roy?’ His voice was suddenly low and breathy and Roy swore he got harder somehow.'No-nothing.’ Roy stuttered a little. Danny was smirking sexily at him.'Ok so I don’t suppose you’ll mind if I carry on then.’ He turned back to the laptop screen.“’I need you.’ Adore panted into Bianca’s mouth.'I need you more.’ Bianca replied pulling the younger queen on top of her. 'Ride me.’ She said, her eyes dark with lust. 'I need you to-’”'Fine ok.’ Roy cut him off again. Danny looked at him and he was redder than before. 'You’re right this…it is…’'It is what?’ Danny smirked again.'You know what.’ Roy grumbled.'Yeah,’ Danny licked his bottom lip. 'But I want to hear you say it.’ He leant close to Roy, whispering in his ear. Roy felt his dick twitch again.'Don’t be cruel.’ Roy swallowed.'Do you want me or not? It’s a simple question.’ Danny smirked and Roy couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Danny’s face and kissed him hard, the laptop falling to the floor as Roy pushed him back against the couch. He was immedialty pulling Danny’s t-shirt over his head and got rid of his own before fixing their lips together again. Soon trousers were gone too, Danny was too light headed to figure out how that had happened. They were completely naked before he knew it and Roy was grinding his hips into him desperately.'I need you.’ Roy panted staring down at Danny.'Need you too.’ Danny sounded just as out of breath. Roy gave him another kiss before he tore himself away from Danny and got up from the couch. He left the room but he returned soon after with a bottle of lube and a condom. He crawled back on top of Danny and kissed him whilst coating his fingers in lube. He sat back up and parted Danny’s legs and then Danny felt two fingers glide inside of him. He gasped and Roy smirked, immediately starting to scissor his fingers. Danny’s hand found Roy’s dick and started stroking the older man while he opened Danny up. Roy moaned a little, biting his lip. He inserted a third finger, needing to open Danny up as quickly as possible because he was so desperate for the younger boy. He’d never been so desperate for someone in his entire life. Foreplay didn’t last long, Roy was worried he’d blow his load before he even got the chance to fuck Danny. He finished opening Danny up and ripped the condom packet open and was quickly rolling it over his length. Danny wrapped his legs around Roy’s waist and pulled him close. Roy’s dick found its way between Danny’s legs and he pushed his way inside. Both men moaned in unison and Roy started thrusting. He was already close, pathetically so, but he’d wanted Danny for the longest time and it wasn’t a disappointment. Danny arched his back so Roy could get deeper inside him. He found Danny’s sensitive spot and it made the younger boy moan ever louder. Roy grasped Danny’s length in his hand and started stroking him, his pre-come already leaking onto his hand. Roy picked up his pace, knowing there was no way of stemming of his orgasm anyway. They both came quickly and Roy got rid of the condom and fell down on Danny panting.'Hopefully next time it won’t be over that quickly.’ Roy laughed a little.'Next time aye?’ Danny smirked at him.'Well…I mean-’'I’m kidding.’ Danny chuckled. 'Of course there will be a next time.’ He kissed Roy softly. 'Maybe we can even act out one of those stories.’Roy rolled his eyes and chuckled.'Or maybe not.’ Roy kissed him again and wrapped his arms around him. He couldn’t deny that reading that fanfiction had ended a lot better than he’d ever imagined. Who knew that’s all it would take to finally get Danny in bed? If he’d known he might have suggested reading them years ago.